
Photo by Rich Schmitt, Staff Photographer
By BILL HOBIN Special to the Palisadian-Post My good friend Ram Miller, a Palisades resident and happy father of two young boys, Jake and Cole, was sound asleep early Monday morning, November 22, when Carolyn, his past-due pregnant wife, awoke to find her water had broken. Casually and calmly, she tapped her husband on the shoulder and mentioned that she would gather her things and take a shower, while he should call her doctor and notify her that the couple would be coming to the hospital in a few hours for a delivery. Since Carolyn was previously scheduled for an early Monday morning epidural and inducement, the Miller family thought they were well ready for the arrival of their new child. Little did they know that all hell would soon break loose when ‘Baby Gigi’ decided she was coming out, and coming out now. Only three minutes after Carolyn told Ram that she would start getting her things ready, she suddenly cried out, ‘It’s coming! It’s coming!’ Ram sprung from his bed and raced around the house, threw on his clothes and tried to help his pregnant wife to the car. Now bent over and screaming, Carolyn could barely walk. Ram did his best to carry her without adding further pain and hoisted her into the front seat of his Suburban, all the while she was screeching out at the top of her lungs. They raced down Via de la Paz from the home they are renting, towards the hospital. Like many other homes in Pacific Palisades, their permanent house on Embury Street is under construction, being built by Ram’s construction company, Miller Construction. They turned right on Sunset at approximately 1:35 a.m. and Ram gunned the car eastbound, headed for the hospital. Frantically, Ram tried to dial the doctor on his cell phone, while Carolyn screamed ‘Ram! Ram, the baby is here NOW!’ Knowing he would not make it all the way to St. John’s Hospital in Santa Monica, Ram decided to pull into Fire Station 69 for emergency help. With the horn blowing he raced into the alley and came to a screeching stop behind the fire station. He jumped out of the car and screamed for help: ‘Firemen! Firemen!’ He banged on the back door and yelled ‘Help’my wife is having a baby!’ The station was dark. No light could be seen or any movement within the station. Carolyn was in full labor. No doctor. No warm hospital bed. No medications to help with the pain. It was the middle of the night, in the alley behind the station and alone, with her husband running around trying to awake those inside. Her screams became louder as the pain intensified. Ram ran around the station to the front door, where he found the red house phone and dialed 911. When someone came on the line, Ram yelled ‘We’re having a baby in your driveway!’ A half-asleep respondent set off the internal alarms that woke the firemen, while Ram ran back to rejoin his wife. In what seemed like an hour, he had been gone all of two minutes. When he returned to the car, the back door to the station rolled up and three men were dressed for action and ready to deal with the commotion that pulled them from their bunks. Paramedic John Keys stepped forth, and upon investigation was staring face to face with baby Gigi’s head. He calmly told Carolyn to relax as he proceeded to untangle the umbilical cord from around the baby’s neck and delivered the baby girl in the front seat of Ram’s car. Within one minute the baby was out naked in the 55-degree weather. Like ‘The Old Man and the Sea,’ Keys pulled out his pocket knife, cut the umbilical cord and handed the baby off to one of his assistants. The other firemen quickly wrapped her in blankets and raced new mom and child off to the hospital with proud papa following behind in what was known as the family car and now the birthplace of their daughter, Gigi Miller. About 15 minutes after their arrival, the beautiful 8-lb. baby girl was washed, warmed up, and happily cuddling in a hospital bed next to her mother. This week, Carolyn and Ram Miller met the firemen of Station 69 and gave them all a big hug for their heroic efforts and calming nature in what was a very traumatic moment. (Editor’s note: The fireman in charge of the evening shift was Capt. Robert Espinosa. Those playing assistant nursing roles to paramedic John Keys were firemen Mark Tostado and Bill Hertz and paramedic Gary Johnson. Ram Miller held his wife’s head up as she was lying across the front seat of their Suburban. Author Bill Hobin is president of The William Warren Group, a Santa Monica based self-storage development and operations company. After living in Pacific Palisades for seven years, he now resides in Malibu with his wife and three children. The family members are close personal friends of the Miller family.)
